Welcome! This is a plot bunny that just wouldn't leave me. It's cannon for both Children of Earth and Miracle Day, but is a JANTO story I promise. This is a plot bunny that uses a bit of creative liberty, as well as ideas from both audio-plays and the books.

This story is rated T but depending on response there may be some M-rated one shots.

Disclaimer, I don't own Torchwood- I only own this plot bunny.

4953- Planet Pithuari,

Every bone in his body hurt. It had started as a dull ache, then a fierce burn that made him feel like he was being incinerated slowly from the inside out. He couldn't see anything, a bright light had blinded him and was still scorching his eyeballs.

Eventually, the blinding light cleared, and all he could see was dust. Dust and sand- he realised he was in some kind of desert. There were two bright suns burning in the sky, the only indication he was no longer on Earth.

He stumbled to his feet, dragging himself across the sandy dunes. In the distance, he could see what looked like small huts, and despite the burning heat, the pain and not even knowing if he could communicate with this species, he made his way towards them.

As he neared the village, a woman appeared from one of the huts. She was humanoid, the only indication she was part of an alien race was the small horns protruding from above her hair line. She gasped, said something in a language he didn't understand and disappeared back into the hut.

A man then emerged, his dark skin and thick set features shimmering in the baking sun. He offered some kind of beaker to him, with a strange green liquid inside.

"It'll help with the pain." He explained, in English, with a heavy American accent. "We're used to rift refugees around here." He gestured to the village. "we'll patch you up and then put you on the next shuttle to the city. There's people there that will set you up with your new life."

He accepted the beaker gladly, the liquid hydrating him, and dulling the pain coursing through his bones. Mentions of a rift dragged up strange memories, of running and explosions and darkness- and of a man, a beautiful man.

"My name is Rex by the way- can you remember yours?" the man offered his hand, and he shook it gladly, opening his mouth to speak, his voice feeling strange in his mouth.

"I don't… why don't I know my name?" he panicked, his eyes suddenly darting around this strange new world.

"Don't worry, its normal. A lot of people find their memory gets scrambled. Sometimes it comes back, sometimes it doesn't. don't worry about it." He offered a supporting hand. "for know… what about John?"

He nodded, "John sounds… John sounds good." He smiled, and Rex gently led him inside the small hut. Another memory assaulted him, of saying goodbye to a man and a box…

This is just a teaser prologue to see how this story goes down, but review what you think of it so far, and who you think "John" is.